Eat his poetry like calories
Chew the words delicately

Roll them around my tongue
Taste them, make me young

Take a bite early morning
Swallow them and won’t be lonely

Sometimes they are sweet or sour
Chocolate candies at any hour

Leftovers or a second-helping
Can keep the wound from needing dressing

I will never leave a crumb
Even if they make me numb

Very few leave me sober
Every word helps through the layover

© Delia Ross. 2019